I hope it to be something familiar to that of life. We know our beginning. Our birth. And we know our end. Our coming death.
I hope one day I can tell stories where I know the beginning, and I’ll know the end. I hope as I type out the journey it’ll be revealed to me like my characters.
Naked, afraid, jolted, depressed, saddened, happy, exuberant, defiant, and bored.
A pre-calculated life…what’s the fun in that?
I need to write more.